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2022.01.23 21:21 gimmesum84 What do you guys think of my cossie design? Any feedback will be greatly appreciated 🙏
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2022.01.23 21:21 DamnitScubaSteve Starting as level 20...
Ok. So as a continuation of a campaign we've just recently finish, we're starting another campaign 50 years later as a result of the big event (the Inversion) that ended our last campaign. Part of the fallout is that the individuals born exactly at the moment of the Inversion are supernaturally talented. As such, we're all starting as level 20 characters (different from our original characters, who were level 17 at the time) and multiclassing into another class to continue character progression. Encouraged to be as creative/OP as we want.
I'll be starting/maining a level 20 lore mastery (UA) wizard. I don't know exactly what to multiclass into. Cleric for channel divinity is tempting. Warlock for getting all spell slots back on a short rest is also up there. Artificer is tempting, but less utility maybe at the low levels, but looks interesting at higher levels. It's also tempting to just level into divination wizard?
Looking to get ideas from others on class combos I might be overlooking. Bring it!
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2022.01.23 21:21 RandomRedditor1533 Finally found him back
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2022.01.23 21:21 Beautiful_Table_478 The price of this sausage ‘dinner’
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2022.01.23 21:21 katelynn4567 How hard is it for guys to get hookups?
I started talking to this guy over 5 months ago and we were a strict Fwb thing. He goes to school far away so it was more of a when he came home type thing. We haven’t done it in over 3 months but he still keeps trying to contact me when he comes home and I don’t show too much interest. He is a very attractive guy which is why I don’t understand why he keeps coming back to me when it should be easy for him to find girls.
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2022.01.23 21:21 Late-Owl2467 please help im being blackmailed
i need help im being black mailed and my photos are being leaked stating im a rapist w/my phone number attached, theyre demanding $200 and idk what to do, does anybody know how to track phone numbers or emails please ??? i need help and im stressing out so much
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2022.01.23 21:21 devildollx True story.
This took place on the day of my 27th birthday.
I was working at a small, double-sided coffee stand about 30 minutes outside of Seattle. I'd been working there for about a year at this point, and was always scheduled to work the closing shift during the week and the opening shift on the weekends. In the 7 years I had worked as a barista at this point, I had never been confronted with a situation that challenged my feeling of security while working alone. And despite having heard numerous stories over the years of other barista in the area who had suffered violent or dangerous interactions with some of their customers, I considered myself fortunate not to have to place myself among them.
Unfortunately, this was about to change.
Thursday, November 7th – 6:45pm. I was preparing to close the stand at 7:00pm like usual. It was very rare that I would have customers come through the stand past 6:30, and because of this, I felt myself jump slightly when I looked up from the espresso machine I was cleaning to see a man standing behind the glass of the closed window beside me. Adding to my alarm was the fact he made no noise whatsoever as he approached the stand, and made no attempt to grab my attention once he got there. Instead, he stood behind the window in complete silence, his mouth awkwardly fixed into an unnatural looking smile. At first I wasn't even sure he was a customer at all, considering the idea he may be a part of the large group of transients and homeless that were known at that time to reside in the area and who occasionally came up to the stand to ask for free coffee or water. For safety reasons, I typically refrain from serving walk-up customers after dusk, but because he now knew I had seen him, the rules of good customer service required I at least acknowledge the fact he was there, which I reluctantly did.... A decision I would soon come to regret.
He introduced himself as Ivan. He was around my age, seemed reasonably well-kept in the sense his clothing and overall appearance looked pretty clean, and despite a slight Eastern-European accent, his English was very good. His eyes, however, were utterly unnerving. His gaze made my stomach feel uneasy. Immediately my intuition was alerting me that something about this individual was very wrong. I could not shake the deep, almost overwhelming sense darkness that I felt coming from this person. There was an something evil in him that I couldn't ignore, though I would soon find out exactly why I was feeling this way.
After greeting him as politely as I could manage despite my uneasiness and growing hesitations, I began preparing my machine to make him a drink. He repeatedly avoided ordering, making it obvious he wasn't interested in doing so by responding to my request for his drink order with a continuous stream of personal questions, starting with "so... do you have a boyfriend? Husband? Friend with benefits?" He laughed at the obvious invasiveness of his inquiry. He pushed further — "its only you working here at night? You are alone in there? All by yourself?"
Each of these inquiries were met with short, abrupt replies. By now I had all but abandoned the structured requirements of acceptable customer service (and polite casual discourse), hoping my tone and clear lack of engagement would convey the fact I wasn't interested in continuing any further conversation. "You need to go," I stated finally. "Your time is up for tonight. I'm closing. Come back tomorrow if you want." Upon hearing this, he began to back slowly away from the window he'd been standing at, mentioning in his descent that he is looking forward to seeing me again "very soon". A minute or so passes and he was out of sight. Yet my gut told me that he was not, however, far away. I could feel his dark energy nearby, and I knew he was watching me from somewhere beyond my line of vision. I finished closing up the stand as quickly as I could manage, locked the doors and windows, walked cautiously to my car, and drove home. By the following day, I had all but forgotten the encounter I'd had with Ivan, and went to work as usual.
November 8th – 7PM. Once again I am just about to end my shift and lock up the stand. I'm nearly finished closing out the register when a brief moment of movement catches my eye from outside the window on the opposite side of the stand. I turn my head toward the area in question to see Ivan, standing there in a state of observatory silence. My stomach sank so quickly it almost hurt, causing a sudden cramp within my abdomen that I instinctively brought my hand up to. I found myself suddenly very aware of how cold it was inside of that stand, amplified by an unfamiliar feeling of emptiness that had now settled around me like dust. Ivan smiled at me with a predatory-like grin, waved, and then proceeded to pull open the closed window in front of him, instead of waiting for me to cross the small distance that stood between us and open it myself, as I usually would. And although he didn't present himself aggressively, there was something incredibly threatening about his choosing to do that. It left me feeling helplessly, hopelessly unsafe in that moment, and that was not a feeling I was familiar with or, as I learned, particularly fond of. Once I was finally able to bring myself back into a present state of mind again, I cleared my throat and told him as firmly as possible that I was off the clock, and wouldn't be able to make anything for him as my machine was already cleaned and my register closed out for the day.
His smile widened further as he replied- “It’s okay. I didn't come did the coffee... I came for you.”
As his statement concluded, I noticed a clear and defining shift in the energy building between us. The fear that had previously been building heavily in my chest now made a sudden and jolting transition into a red-lining level of irritation. “I don't care what you came for,” I told him as sternly as I could manage. "I. Am. Fucking. Closed.”
At this, he chuckled a bit before finally raising both his hands in an indication of surrender, saying— “Alright, alright... fair enough.”
His smile disappeared. His eyes became even more focused on me, his gaze intensified.
“Then I will see you tomorrow,” he said in a way that felt less like a statement and more like a threat.
I swallowed hard but silently, rolling my eyes at his remark to attempt to conceal how uneasy he's making me feel. He finally turned and walked away from the stand, allowing the dark night air to eventually pull him fully out of my line of sight. At this, I rushed to the window and slammed it shut, throwing the lock into place. Again, despite not being able to visibly confirm his presence nearby, I knew that he was there, cloaked in the nearby shadows. I could feel his eyes fixated upon me.
I left the stand quickly and got into my car to drive home. This time, however, he remained heavily on my mind for the rest of the night, robbing me entirely of any sleep at all.
The following morning was a Saturday, so per my usual schedule, I got up insanely early to work the 5am opening shift. I arrived at the stand at 10 minutes to 5, and for the first few hours of my shift everything was as it would normally be. 8:30 rolls around and it's now, finally, no longer freezing and dark outside, as the November mornings here tend to be. The sun had finally broken through the clouds and was steadily burning them off. As I was admiring the weather outside the window of the stand, I noticed a familiar truck approaching. As it neared closer I recognized it as belonging to my ex-boyfriend, Jonathan. I found this odd, and a little unwelcome, as he and I were not currently on very friendly terms due to his cheating that ended our relationship about 6 months earlier. He pulled up slowly to the ledge of the open window I was occupying and I asked him skeptically what he was doing here.
“I'm sure I'm probably not someone you were wanting to see today, I know, but I just wanted to come by and wish you a happy birthday and see how you're doing.”
Just as I was about to thank him for the birthday wishes and inform him that no, indeed he ISN'T someone I'd wanted to see that day (I was still pretty hurt from his cheating), I noticed someone about 100 yards away, approaching the stand on foot.
It was Ivan.
I whispered quickly to Jonathan that I needed him to stay here with me, even if another customer pulls in for service behind him, until the guy who just walked up is gone. I could tell he was able to register the change in my energy, worry now pulling the features of my face into a noticeable scowl. He agreed to stay, and watched closely as I turned to face the window on the opposite side of the stand, just as Ivan approached it. I walked slowly over to him and noticed right away that he'd been crying - his eyes were bloodshot and few tears were dripping slowly down his cheeks.
Disregarding his obvious emotional state, I informed him that he needed to leave, as I was not going to serve him. Before my statement reached its conclusion however, he cut my words off abruptly — “I don't need this anymore. You can have it.”
As he said this, he threw what I later came to recognize was his Russian passport into the stand through the open window. I picked it up, puzzled, and with a mix of both caution and disinterest I asked him why he would no longer be needing it.
“I just won't.”
I allowed his words to hang heavily between us while I attempted to make sense in my mind of what a gesture like this might mean, if anything at all, before I felt a strong bite of dread inside my chest. The fear crept slowly into my throat before finally escaping past my lips in an audible gasp, bringing Ivan the confirmation he'd been hoping for that I understood what was about to happen here. No guest to a foreign country would willingly discard or abandon their passport unless they intended to see to completion an act of absolute finality.
In an effort to sever the non-verbal conversation taking place within the locked gaze Ivan and I currently had on one another, I glanced over my shoulder at Jonathan, who now had a ‘what the fuck is going on?’ look on his face, which quickly changed to one of panicked urgency as he attempted to understand what had just taken place between this stranger and myself.
As I turned back to Ivan and noticed that his crying had stopped. His tears were now replaced with a look of what I can only describe as complete and utter insanity. This is the point where the dynamics of our interaction shifted indefinitely.
“God came to me last night in my dreams,” he began slowly. “He told me you will be my wife. You are my wife. You are mine. You are for me.”
A sickening, sadistic smile curled the corners of his mouth up in such a way it was almost physically painful to witness. My heart began throwing itself violently against the inside of my chest as adrenaline surged through my system.
“You are my wife,” he stated again. “You are my wife, and now, you come with me. Right. Now.”
At this, he planted his hands firmly onto the ledge of the window that stood before him and began to lift himself onto it. Realizing now that he was attempting to crawl through the window and into the stand, I practically threw myself across the small distance between he and I and quickly slammed the window shut, locking it. He pushed his weight back down off the ledge, paused, and then proceeded to give me a look that made me TRULY understand the meaning of having one's blood run cold. I felt the inside of my chest began to quiver in a way I’d never felt before… An anxious vibration that was working its way throughout my entire body. At this, Ivan offered me a quick wink, and began to move with obvious purpose toward the back of the stand.
Soon I could hear a faint (but distinguished) beep-beep-beep of buttons being punched on the electronic keypad that secured the lock to the back door. Ivan was trying to get in through the only actual entrance to the stand. In my mind, I knew there was no way he would ever manage to guess the 3-number code, and attempted to dismiss the arising concern that somehow - maybe - he would. ‘Not going to be that easy,’ I said under my breath, though I was unsure if I truly believed that.
A sudden realization I'd spoken far too soon arrived like a deadweight thrown directly at my gut. The dread that followed what I heard next is something I will never forget. It slammed itself violently into my present state of mind and with so much force it I almost fell back a few steps. Panic and adrenaline immediately overtook my system in its entirety, and in an instant my vision tunneled itself. As I heard the fateful sound of the keypad indicating a successful code entry, followed by the loud and heavy thunk! of the steel deadbolt retreating quickly back into the door, I felt my gaze snap quickly over to the now-unsecured back door. It felt as if there were a glaring spotlight illuminating that door and the evil that was about to walk through it. All else around me to fell into darkness. Time felt as if it had stopped entirely. I no longer had a sense of it, or of the space around me in which I currently occupied.
As the door began to slowly push open from the outside, I could hear an almost deafening scream, expelled by fear, resonate powerfully throughout the walls of the stand. As I stood there feeling paralyzed, I bore witness to the largest knife I'd ever seen enter through the opening door first, followed by Ivan's firmly gripped hand around it. It was only then that I realized the scream I was hearing was my own. As Ivan passed the remainder of his body through the back door and into the stand, I choked on my voice, silencing it. It was replaced swiftly by another voice - this one coming from outside the stand, muffled by the closed window beside me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jonathan, now standing outside of his truck, frantic, yelling something I could not make out. I ran to the window and screamed back desperately to him — “HE'S GOT A FUCKING KNIFE!”
I saw Jonathan's eyes grow huge before he suddenly disappeared, having flown from where he'd been standing towards the back of the building. Then, in the furthest corner of my vision crept a dark, looming presence. Ivan, now standing no further than 10 feet from me, reeked of an evil that overtook every inch of space within this small building we now occupied together. It made the air so heavy around me that breathing started to become difficult. It felt thick and toxic in my lungs, like inhaling poison.
As my struggle for breath worsened, Ivan began to close the few feet of space still between us by taking slow, taunting steps in my direction. His knife was still gripped in his hand which rested at his side. The look he had on his face in this moment was so intense that it felt as if it were made of its own blade... He used his eyes to cut into me, deeply, over and over again, and spoke softly through the visual violence: “You are my wife. You are my wife…”
Fight or flight had clearly been established at this point, a decision I had made behind the heavy curtain of my subconscious at some point within the last ten minutes, causing the following movements my body made towards the loaded gun I kept beside the register feel mechanical. My entire system was now on autopilot- something that took a moment for me to realize. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. Despite the fact it was my birthday, Ivan was the one who was going to be receiving receiving a gift: thirteen 9mm rounds into any area of his body I choose. My anger at this moment was the only thing that brought a pause into my decision to kill another human being. This person had no right to force me into having to make a choice of this nature, and I was so angry at the fact I was about to that it stopped me from seeing it through. What I didn't realize until much later however, was that the sight of a loaded gun pointed directly at him did not deter Ivan from his intentions or slow him down at all... He wanted what he came for. He intended to get it. And he may have, if reality never wrote into the story what took place next.
Ivan ultimately only managed to take a total of three or four steps toward me before I saw an arm being thrown around his neck from behind. My hands shook as Iowered my gun, watching as Jonathan pulled Ivan back by the neck with so much force his feet flew out from beneath him. Suddenly both Ivan and Jonathan were on the ground right outside the door, with Jonathan securing Ivan in a headlock that proved nearly impossible to break away from. Jonathan yelled to Ivan not to move, not a single muscle, or he would “choke the fucking life out of him.”
Surprisingly, Ivan remained completely still, never once making any signs of resistance. Jonathan kicked the knife away from his reach and told me to pick it up, secure it, and call the cops. And it would feel like hours before the they arrived, thanks to the massive amount of adrenaline still in my system, though in reality, it was really only a matter of minutes. Soon, the entire area was completely overtaken by more law enforcement than I had ever witnessed respond to a single call before. Having moved very little from the place I initially stood since calling 911, I watched as at least 6 cops descended on Ivan at once, relieving the grip Jonathan had around his neck and forcibly (more than necessary, to my silent pleasure) detaining him and carrying him, fully hog-tied, into a waiting cruiser.
I later learned from one of the responding officers that, while speaking with the cops after being securely restrained and unable to flee, Ivan insisted, continually, that I was his wife. God had told him that I was intended for him. To be his, forever.
I ‘belonged’ to him, God said.
He was simply there that morning to collect that which he had been promised.
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2022.01.23 21:21 LeaveittoHeaver My boyfriend of 3 years told me he couldn't commit to me.
My (26F) boyfriend (29M) have been together almost 3 years. We used to talk about the idea of getting married all the time. In fact, he was the first to say "I love you" and to bring up marriage. Over the years, things seemed to have slowly transitioned and I'm so confused.
He and I have both been engaged before, and he has somewhat of a weird family situation. His mom was married before (not to his dad, his dad is estranged) and had a rough divorce. I am not sure this contributes
In year one, he talked a lot about wanting to marry me. It was a lot for me then, so I asked him to chill with the comments. Year two, we started talking more about it and I said I was comfortable with it and would love to marry him. Year three (between our 2nd and 3rd anniversary), he and I decided not to get married. We decided to buy subtle rings for each other and instate Power of Attorney instead. This is largely because I said I wanted to be in a committed relationship with the person I have children with (we eventually want kids), and because he didn't want to be married at all anymore, to anyone. I am also uncomfortable with the history of marriage, and I wanted to keep my last name, etc. I understand you can keep your last name when you're married as well, but regardless. I felt comfortable with this path for my own personal reasons that I explained to him, such as kids and stuff. He also agreed, saying that he can't see himself ever getting married (which he used to be open to/wanted). I went along with it, thinking he knew what he wanted, too.
About 7 months after we bought rings, we still haven't done any paper work for the Power of Attorney, and I voiced my concern, because it didn't seem like that was even what he wanted anymore. I asked him why we went this path then, and didn't just get married. He said it was because "it's the commitment, I like having my own as stuff on my own name, and I don't want to make the marriage commitment." Side note: he is the owner of the house we have, but we discussed putting it in my name as well, so this wasn't under the umbrella of "things he wanted to keep for himself."
I don't know why, but that scared me. I still don't think I know what he wants, when I know what I want and communicate it. Part of the reason I didn't want to marry over time was because I didn't think he would be the type of person to go out, pick a ring on his own, and plan a proposal. And I didn't want to be disappointed. Not that I care about the materialism of those things, but the idea that he went out of the way to plan something for me, and for us, and take a step like that together.
Over time, it just seems to have gone in the opposite direction of "I can't wait to marry you" to "I don't want to commit to you" and it breaks my heart because I don't know if this is what I want anymore. He didn't take initiative to get married, so we came up with a comfortable plan together, and he doesn't seem to take initiative in that either. It's been a rollercoaster of confusing emotions and it's left me very depressed. I don't know what to feel.
TL;DR: my boyfriend used to want to marry me. Decided he didn't want to. We decided to instate Power of Attorney. And now it seems he doesn't want that either.
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2022.01.23 21:21 Parciblehasbeenhere is this a good setup for bakeberry?
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